Date: Sat, 11 Aug 2007 14:46:53 -0700 (PDT)
From: Jeff Spencer <jeffspencer69@yahoo.com>
Subject: Writer's Block, Part 3 (M/b, group, oral, anal)

This story involves descriptions of sexual encounters involving a man and
boys. Be warned, and do not read if reading this type of story is illegal
for you. It IS fiction.

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As you know from Parts 1 and 2, I had been recently released from an
administration `treatment center', where I had been incarcerated for the
crime of writing man-boy erotica. The current administration had made such
things a near capital crime, you see - even worse than raping a woman! As a
prolific writer of sexual stories involving men and boys, I was apparently
a prime target.

To the anonymous bureaucrats of the administration, there was no beauty to
be found in describing a young boy's fair-complected, supple body; in
writing about the soft curves of his slim hips as he strides before you
into a shared bedroom; in the gentle batting of his long eyelashes as he
looks upon you from the corner of his eyes, with a look located somewhere
between lust and excitement; the stray, reddish bangs partially hiding
sky-blue eyes, so clear and bright as he begins to unbutton a thin shirt
covering his tan chest, and baring his small, pink nipples, he looks up at
you, seeking your approval.

Nor did they see beauty in a black-haired boy's slightly crooked, but
pearly white teeth, bared in a wide smile of anticipation and delight. They
could not accept the perfect vision of a nude, 54" tall boy, brown hair wet
and plastered against his scalp, gingerly stepping out of a shower into the
view of his loving male friend, the boy's small penis nonetheless excited
and stiff, even as crystal-clear beads of water run down his smooth calf,
to drip onto the floor, and one, quivering clear drop of water suspended
from the tip of that beautiful penis, as though representing every perfect
fluid the boy would produce for you.

They would condemn a 100 pound, twelve year old youth's innocent gesture of
dropping a towel to the floor, then coyly disclosing hidden assets to a
manly stranger, by bending down to pick it up, revealing the small, rose
cleft between two perfect, round, creamy, flesh-colored pillows.  And they
would fear and destroy such word pictures as those of three long haired,
blond boys frolicking naked on a sailboat, pleasuring themselves in the
heat of the Majorcan sunlight, playing hide and seek with each other's
intimate openings, and practicing the art of the kiss in preparation for
their older male lovers.

So, as a sinner judged guilty by a secret tribunal, I had been the subject
of a revolutionary treatment program, in which I would receive such an
imaginary glut of sex with boys, that I would no longer be interested in
the subject, and thus, no longer write about it. A doctor Boniface, smug
and reeking of scientific certitude, was my only contact with my
tormentors, and for all I knew, he was the only person at the `treatment
center', since I never saw anyone else there, at least at first.

It seemed as though I'd been at the `treatment center' for only a short
time, no more than a few weeks, when the doctor pronounced me cured, and
summarily ejected me from the place. I was supposed to feel totally bored
with even the thought of sex with boys. That was the theory, anyway. On my
release, while traveling back to the city, I had met a young boy named
Virgil, who had gradually drawn me into his boy love paradise, and to be
quite truthful, I was still very interested in the subject of man boy love
- so much so, that I had spent the evening with two dozen beautiful, hot
and randy boys, fucking and sucking.

The account of most of that first evening can be found in Part 2. On
re-reading what I had done, I'm still amazed at the sheer abandon of my
sizzling hot sexual encounters with so many beautiful, young boys. And in
light of doctor Boniface's alleged treatment program, I was befuddled at
how it could have been such a complete failure - not that I was
complaining!

Dismissing Boniface's apparently failed `rehabilitation', I came back to
the present of Parts 1 and 2 of this account, sitting in a chair, wrapped
in the arms of two black-haired boys, eleven and thirteen years old
respectively, as we all dozed off. Virgil stopped in to give me a good
night kiss, as the eleven year old boy softly sucked on my cum-covered
cock.

"Don't worry, Dan, we'll be safe here all night long, lots of time for
loving SO many boys!  We've posted guards around the perimeter of the yard,
with bows and arrows against intruders," Virgil assured me.

"Armed guards? Is that a good idea?"I asked, taken aback somewhat.

"Oh, don't worry, Dan. They ARE hunting arrows, but strangers rarely
approach the house.  Heck, it's so hard to find that you really have to
WANT to be here," Virgil, or Gilly as I thought of him, said.

"Well, I really want to be here, Gilly," I said, pressing my lips to his,
then my body to his.

"You've made me feel so welcome, and brought me such pleasure." He kissed
me back with ardor, and his hand cupped my balls, heavy and ready for more
sex, then caressed my long, thick shaft.

"God, I'd love some more of that wonderful cock inside me," he moaned. "But
your first night here, I REALLY want you to experience the other
boys....but DON'T forget me!"

"No danger of that, wonderful boy," I whispered, my own hand caressing and
stroking his leaking cock. I wandered off with the two black-haired boys,
my hands cupping their sweet little naked asses as we searched for my
bedroom.

For at least the next few minutes, the three of us played happily on the
bed - I, a 25 year old writer, 6' tall and 180 pounds, and the two boys, no
more than 90 pounds each, and no taller than 4' 8" each, delightfully
smooth and slim, uncircumcised penises stiff and 4" long each, their small,
hairless balls still delivering small spurts of a slightly salty fluid to
my mouth, in spite of their lack of development otherwise.

I especially enjoyed the flavor and scent of their little rosebud anuses,
so clean and fresh from our communal baths. As it turned out, the two boys
were brothers. I especially enjoyed sliding my 8" cock between the eleven
year old's thighs, from behind, his soft bottom pressing against my groin,
as he was deep in the tight embrace of his thirteen year old brother, the
two boys kissing passionately. In that position, we drifted off to sleep.

I found myself blearily waking, with the two cuties I had gone to bed with
gone, and another boy's slim form on top of me, with his mouth busily
sucking my cock, and his own erect 6" inch cock in my face. His skin was
creamy and white, and the small amount of wispy hair at his crotch was
red. His dick, while blurry at first, soon came into focus, deeply red at
the circumcised head and a deep pink along the straight, thick shaft, his
purple vein on the underside pulsing with lust.

As I focused on his throbbing rod, he suddenly shifted his position,
pulling his knees in, exposing his deep pink boy pussy, nestled sweetly
between two plump ass cheeks. My breath caught at the loveliness of his ass
hole, so clean and tight. His skin was creamy white in the crevice of his
ass, with a deeply pink hole plopped down in the center of that creamy
plain, as though an afterthought.

My hands went to caress the boy's plump ass cheeks, so warm and full, his
body hot and musky on mine, his scent like the finest perfume. I gently
pulled his bottom down towards me, his hole surrounded by a small band of
puckered flesh, my tongue eagerly thrusting inside him.

"Oh god!" the boy exclaimed, his head rising up, his mouth unfortunately
leaving my cock, as he mouthed his appreciation of the tongue fucking I was
just beginning to give him. "Yeah, fuck my ass! Shove your hot tongue deep
inside me, lick my dirty hole!" There was actually no shit taste back
there, fortunately, but I was enjoying his ass so much, I'm not sure I
would have moved even if there were shit streaks there, or, god forbid, if
a turd had begun sliding out and into my mouth. He was that sexy!

My thoughts as to the virginity of his ass, though, vanished, when a big
glob of cum dripped out of his hole, into my mouth. Apparently, this boy
has awakened a little earlier than I, unless he just liked getting fucked
in his sleep. In any case, the boy jizz inside his tight hole was creamy
and hot, leaving a salty taste on my tongue as I swallowed some anonymous
boy's cum, fresh from a hard-fucked ass hole.

I licked deep inside him, as he writhed with pleasure against my chest and
stomach. Then he returned to sucking my dick, deep throating my 8 inches
like a pro. His dick and balls hung down on my chest as I pleasured his
anus, and I knew I'd be sucking him soon, too. After his ass hole had
slackened, getting used to my invading tongue, I lifted him so that his
dick swung down and into my mouth.

I took the deep purple head of his cock between my lips. The velvety head
was soft, and hot, a small pearl of pre cum in his thin piss slit. As my
tongue slid over the hole, I tasted his salty and sweet male essence,
creamy and white. As good as it was, I knew he must have more stored away
in his balls, and with enough coaxing I could get him to come across with
it. Oddly enough, I became more aware of the rest of his body even as his
hot shaft was filling my mouth, and then, my throat.

His body was slim and warm, smooth and unblemished, his complexion creamy
and pale. Every little muscle in his body would react to my touch,
caressing and petting me, even as I caressed and petted him. His guttural
noises of contentment were almost musical, small sounds of pleasure as we
sucked each other's rampant penises.

My finger slipped into the crevice between his hot cheeks as I sucked his
cock deeply inside my mouth. My tongue swirled around his plump and hot
cock head, salty pre cum seeping between my lips from his small piss slit.

My fingers searched for that beautiful, and virginal-appearing hole which
my tongue had so recently invaded, the pussy that a boy can so eagerly
offer to a man. My finger dipped inside his heat, moist and tight, and
slipped readily inside his silky opening, eliciting a groan of pleasure as
I finger fucked into him. His sphincter gripped my finger as it slipped in
and out of him.

"Mmmm, fuck my hole, stick your dick in me," he cooed happily. A twelve
year old blond I recognized from the previous night's bath, climbed up nude
on the bed, behind my head. His 5" uncircumcised dick was erect, and
swollen with lust. He brought the fat tip to the redhead's ass hole, just
inches from my face, and pressing his slim hips forward, popped his dick
inside the tight red anus, slowly fucking into the boy whose dick I was
sucking.

He took a firm grip of the redhead's butt, his hands over mine, and as he
fucked into the tight, wet hole, squeezed his fingers against mine. It felt
curious to have the blond caressing my fingers while he fucked the ass of
the boy I lay prone under. As his cock pressed deeper inside the cute
redhead's compliant ass, it squeezed out more semen, which dripped on my
face as I sucked the redhead's sweet, sweet dick.

"Ahh, fuck, what a deliciously tight ass you've got, Michael!" the blond
exclaimed. "My dick is already close to exploding, and I've only just begun
fucking you." The redhead moaned, and attacked my cock with renewed vigor,
his lips sliding up and down my hard shaft, his tongue swirling along my
piss slit.

Watching one boy's dick furiously pumping into another boy's ass hole, from
only inches away, was a wonderment. The redhead's ass lips tightly kissed
the cock, only giving it just the amount of entry it required, clear liquid
oozing out on every `out' stroke of the boy's long, thin penis.  Soon the
two boys were humping furiously, as the redhead, obviously a multi-tasker,
gave my cock a sublime workout, teasing out thick gushes of my creamy,
white cum, filling his mouth and spilling over his lips. The electrical
feeling of pleasure coursing through me was almost painful in its
intensity, but I could exist forever with that red headed boy sucking my
dick!

Seconds later, the blond shot his load in the redhead's ass, whooping
merrily, and the redhead shot his own load nearly into my throat. I was
just barely able to catch the rich boy jizz with my tongue, moving the
thick load of sperm around in my mouth to enjoy its taste to the
fullest. Then the blond and the redhead gathered themselves together in
each other's arms, kissing warmly, obviously old friends and lovers.

They both crawled off the bed, then turned to me as they walked out, arm in
arm, saying, "Welcome to the house, Dan!" The red head idly reached around
behind him, to scoop out a small bit of the blond's cum leaking from his
angry-red ass hole, a glistening fluid on his finger that he offered to the
blond as they passed through the doorway. The blond opened his mouth to
receive the boy's cum-covered finger as they passed out of sight.

I rested there, musing on events, grinning to myself. Shortly afterward, as
I was wondering what to do with myself now, Justin came marching in, stark
naked, holding a small platter of syrup- drenched pancakes in front of him,
his dick bobbing up and down as he walked, and a shit-eating grin on his
face.

"We wanted to welcome you to the family, Dan," he said, smiling. "You won't
get breakfast in bed EVERY day, but you are special."

"Thanks," I said. "I mean that...umm, I'm not taking food out of anyone's
mouth, am I?" I thought the boys might be having a hard time of it
financially, and I didn't want to add to their woes.

"No," he said. "One way or another, we do alright. Anyway, there's a
special cream topping that's required for this, and we need your help to
get it." I was puzzled by his request.

"Um, okay..." I said slowly.

Two other boys entered, both about thirteen and brown-haired, cute (as were
all the boys), and also completely naked, their dicks quite excited and
engorged. They stood with Justin side by side, facing the plate of waffles,
with Justin between them. Each of the end boys put his hand lovingly on
Justin's boner, stroking his quivering shaft. Meanwhile, Justin took each
boy's cock in his hand, stroking them similarly, all three boys cooing with
pleasure.

"Stand behind us, Dan, help us to get excited," Justin instructed me.

I stood behind Justin, my own dick stiff, but not likely to produce much
cum so soon, and nestled the plump, hot head between his ass cheeks. His
small hole, hot and wet, was very receptive to the invasion by my horny
dick, and he raised up on tiptoe to allow me better access to his pussy.
"Oh please, Dan, slide your cock inside me, fuck me!" he moaned. His hands
rubbed furiously on the other two boys dripping pricks.

As Justin was eagerly thrusting backwards on my cock, my hands were free to
explore some more boy ass, one hand to each of the boys flanking
Justin. Their sweet rumps, perfectly round, and hot and sweaty between
their ass cheeks, their secret crevices eagerly desiring my invading
fingers, I thrust first, one finger, then, after a while two, deep inside
their fragrant male cunts, finger fucking their delicious boy twats, while
my cock pounded into Justin's delightfully hot ass hole.

All three of the boys were moaning, as was I, ecstasy building inside us
even as thick loads of gooey sperm made their way from the boys' balls and
up their dick shafts. With hoarse shouts of pleasure, first Justin came,
shooting four long and thick ropes of hot, white creamy boy sauce that
landed squarely on the pancakes.

Immediately after, the two boys came together, their intense orgasms
causing them to spurt thinner, but more numerous loads of boy jizz, musky
smelling and delicious-looking, almost all of it landing on the syrup
covered pancakes, or the plate on which it rested.

As Justin came, his buttocks tightened on my shaft, bringing me to the
point of no return, hotly fucking his gooey, hot rectum. I took advantage
of Justin's hot hole, already tight, excruciatingly, wonderfully gripping
my rampant penis, and with a hard thrust that nearly took him off his feet,
impaled as he was, I came as I stroked inside that deliciously cute little
ass.

The two boys on either end turned as one, and embraced Justin, kissing his
soft neck to express their appreciation at his sensuous stroking of their
sensitive pricks, and he kissed each of them back, bringing his red lips to
theirs in turn, slowly, softly returning their oral passion. My heart
skipped a beat at the beauty of boys expressing their love for each other.

Then the three turned to me, as my cock popped out of Justin's sweet
bottom, and they leaned up to me, all of them kissing and hugging me at
once, and murmuring words of welcome and endearment.

"We're SO glad you're here, Dan,"Justin whispered in my ear. "You don't
know how much we needed you!" I was happy to hear that, but I didn't think
there was anything special about my appearance there. Any man surrounded by
so much beautiful boy flesh would feel the same, I'm sure.

"Well, let's eat," I said, a little embarrassed at being the center of
attention. I sat on the edge of the bed, and using the supplied fork, cut
off a piece of the stack that was oozing with maple syrup, and thick, white
cream from all of the boys. The taste was absolutely exquisite! Salty and
sweet both, with the strong flavor of a boy's aroused sexuality, it was a
little piece of those boys fucking my mouth, and I rejoiced in the pleasure
it brought me.

"Here, there's enough for everybody!" I said to the three boys, as they
stood facing me, their adolescent cocks, with only sparse, small bushes of
pubic hair nestled on their groins right above the base, but no hair on
their ball sacks at all. As I brought a forkful of the cum-coated pancakes
to each boy's mouth, with my other hand I caressed the boy's semi-hard
dick, and his velvety smooth, wrinkled ball sack.

The boys enjoyed their taste of good, solid home cooking, spiced as it was
with their friends' creamy cum, and soon progressed to playfully poking
their fingers in each other's mouths, and mock sucking on them, as though
they were smaller cocks. After we had finished the treat, I leaned forward
and took each boy's cock between my lips, in turn, and sucked and licked
their sweet boy meat, savoring the intimate taste of boy.

I successfully brought the first brown-haired boy, Jim, to another orgasm,
his small, slim hips bucking with the pleasure coursing through his frail
frame, as he spurted two thin streams of his sweet cum onto my tongue. Then
Justin, in his turn, who also came fairly quickly, but only after giving me
direction.

"Fuck,yeah, Dan, suck my hard cock, lick my rod, I wanna cum in your mouth
and fill it with my cum! You love sucking boys' cocks, don't you, you horny
faggot! Eat my cum, drink it all, and maybe I'll let you lick my dirty ass
hole and eat out all the lovely hot cum you deposited there!  Suck it,
bitch!"

He spurted, one thick and creamy load of cum, then dry afterwards, his cum
fresh and slightly salty, delicious and exciting. I loved it, and wished
there were more for me! Then I turned to the second brown-haired boy, who
had the cutest little patch of silky, curly hairs at the base of his small
cock.

"I don't think I can cum again, sir," he sighed. "I've already cum twice
this morning." I decided to suck him anyway. Whether he came or not, I
wanted the pleasure of feeling his pink shaft inside me. My lips slipped
slickly over his cock, which was only semi-hard, but most definitely not
yet completely soft. I swirled my tongue around his plump cock head,
enjoying the salty taste of the small amount of semen gathered still in his
tiny piss slit. He yelped slightly when my tongue forced into his piss
slit, then when I lightly grazed my teeth over his sensitive shaft.

"Ohh!" he moaned, but his hips thrust forward. It was obvious he wanted
more, particularly given that his dick was now much harder, and noticeably
hotter in my mouth, resting on my tongue.

I slipped my hands around to his plump, round ass, separating his full
bottom globes, hot and sweaty from his passion, then slipping one finger
into the hottest part of his moist boy crevice, my finger slipping into his
compliant and willing ass. His tight sphincter gripped my finger, but it
slid in deeply, eliciting a sigh of pleasure from the cute young boy.

"Oh, god, Dan, that feels SO good!" he groaned, his ass fucking itself onto
my finger, even as his dick strove mightily to fuck my mouth. I began
slipping my finger in and out of his delightful bottom, so boyish and
hot. The boy was building himself into a frenzy, and when the moment seemed
right, the lad on the verge of yet another cum, I thrust a second finger
deep into his tight, gripping hole.

"God!!" the boy exclaimed. "Fuck, I'm cumming! Suck me! Fuck me!! I want to
cum in your mouth, daddy!! I want to be fucked by you, feel your strong
fingers and cock inside me!! FUCK ME!!!"Small, hot spurts of boy cum
splashed over my tongue. Only a small amount, and not very forceful, as the
boy really was depleted, he had still reached down to give me the last of
his cum for this day.

Justin had been looking on, in the arms of the other brown-haired boy, and
I think he was a little jealous. He knew that, while he could possess me,
he could never own me.

"Dan, I've got SUCH an itch," he said in a sultry manner. Then he bent
over, exposing his butt cheeks and the red area of his recently abused anal
opening. There was a stream of shiny, clear fluid oozing from his puckered,
red hole, my cum and that of at least one other that morning.

"Lick my hole, please, Dan," he said.

I could hardly refuse such a polite request, could I?

"But there's cum leaking out of it," I teased.

"Creamy, hot and I hope it's so delicious for you," he rejoined.

I knelt behind him, holding the fronts of his thighs, then pulled his ass
towards my face. His sweet butt cheeks were rosy and warm against my face
as I neared his tight opening.

"Relax your ass muscles, sweetie," I suggested, and he did. Immediately a
big glob of cum, whitish and glistening, oozed out, dripping down towards
his thigh. I leaned forward and lapped the glob of cum, savoring its heat,
musky smell, and salty taste. Justin giggled as my tongue tickled his anus.

"That's nice," he cooed, thrusting his round ass back into my face. I
lapped at his slimy, puckered opening, my tongue slipping into his
still-relaxed sphincter, hot and so moist, licking up the male fluid
gathered there, in small puddles on my tongue. He wriggled his cute butt,
enjoying the feel of a man's rough tongue fucking him in the ass.

"Ohhh, fuck me," he sighed softly, getting excited by the feel of such a
flexible member up inside him. "You make me want to be such a slut, daddy!
I could let you fuck me all day long, and suck your cock whenever you
want." His voice became dreamy as an orgasm built up inside him.

I reached around to find his small dick hard again, and stroked him,
rubbing my fingers over the length of his pink shaft, up and down,
increasing his excitement and pleasure. His small balls banged against his
thighs as he rocked back and forth, my tongue thrusting rudely into his
tight ass hole, my hand jacking him off.

"Oh, Dan, I love you so much," Justin moaned, then fell into my arms. We
embraced, then kissed, his soft lips warm and compliant against mine, the
pleasure he felt from our embrace, evident from his body's quivering in my
arms. We fell back on the bed, legs and arms intertwined, and passionately
kissed, our breath racing across each other's cheeks, our hands caressing
the other's warm body.

I thought I had died and gone to heaven. Then I felt a small sting on my
arm. I looked down to see if a bee had stung me, but there was
nothing. "What the fuck...." I began. Justin looked at me curiously.

Suddenly, we were interrupted, the door banging open

"Justin, Dan, come quick, Aaron just shot somebody! The guy's dead!" The
boy was breathless, and the fear was bright in his eyes.

"Calm down, Mikey," Justin said. He paused. "How did it happen?"

"It was a sheriff's deputy! He was snooping around, and Aaron thought he
was gonna hurt someone, so he shot him! I think he's dead!" Mikey gasped.

"Ohhhh, shit!"Justin exclaimed. "What does the guy look like?"

"Um, I dunno. About 30 or so, slim, about 6' tall, blond hair. Why?"  Mikey
asked.

"Damnit!" Justin exclaimed. "That's Eddie Roberts! He was seeing Phillip,
and he's been helping us. We just killed a friend!" Phillip was one of the
boys living in the house. I had admired his slight body during our orgy the
previous night, quite an accomplishment given the collection of beautiful
young boys populating the place.

Gilly rushed in. "Dan, did you hear? What'll we do?"

"I think there's going to be a real shit storm, Gilly. Let me think," I
said. I considered our options, which were few and far between. It seemed
to me that the best thing would be to get as many boys out of there as
possible. Finally, I made a decision. I'd take the heat on this, to protect
the boys.

"We've got to get the boys as far away from here as possible," I began.

Just as I rose to further instruct the boys on what they should do, my
vision blacked out, all sound and sense disappearing. After what seemed a
long time in the darkness, I dimly heard a female voice.

"The subject is waking up, doctor."

The next thing I knew, I was coming back to consciousness, strapped to a
bed in a hospital room, the unctuous Dr. Boniface leering at me. An
attractive young woman, dressed as a nurse stood behind him, off to the
side now.

"Well, I expect that you've been on an interesting journey, my young
pervert....or should I say, `reformed ex-pervert'." He giggled. "At least,
that status should be confirmed by our tests", he said.

Dimly, his previous words came back to me - he was going to `overdose' me
with man-boy sex, and deaden my interest in the subject. I couldn't deny
that I'd had a lot of sex, with boys. I would swear that it had been
real. I could still see every boy cock, every small set of hairless boy
balls, the perfectly rounded naked butt cheeks that had been no more than
inches from my face, the hot smell of sex with dozens of cute young boys,
feel their soft, warm lips pressing against mine, feel those lips
encircling my full, hard prick, bathing it in heat and moisture and
friction, their soft cries of pleasure as we made love....but that was
apparently all in my imagination, and while I didn't feel as though I'd
lost interest in the subject at all, I sure didn't feel like having sex
with a boy, or with anybody else, male or female either, for that
matter. All I did feel, was a slight soreness in my left bicep.

As a matter of fact, while I'd sort of fallen in love with the imaginary
boys of my dream, and felt a strong desire to find them, or rather, someone
like them, my cock wasn't reacting in the least.  And I felt a hangover, of
sorts, my head throbbing slightly

Still, I wasn't `driving this bus', so to speak, and I had no control over
events. I had no idea whether Boniface's tests would show whether I was
highly interested in having sex with boys, or if they would indicate that I
had no interest. As I said, I wasn't even sure myself now, how I felt.
Mentally and emotionally, the idea sounded great. But `dick-wise', I might
as well have been thinking about fucking a piece of sandpaper.

He attached a device which he called a `penile plethysmograph'. He said
that it measured blood flow into my penis, and that he would show me a
video of naked boys, and boys having sex with each other, and with men. He
said that the results would show if I'd been `cured' or not.

Then he left the room, and a screen slid down from the ceiling, and a porno
video began showing. I have to say, I'd seen some porno in my time, but
this stuff was HOT! Boys fucking and sucking other boys, and men with boys,
all doing the nasty. Still, I found my thoughts wandering back to the boys
of my manufactured dream. They had been nice, lovable, sweet, and in need
of help. There was a richness and depth to them that the people in the
video could never hope to reach.

In spite of that, I was still surprised that my dick was doing absolutely
nothing in terms of response to the video. Intellectually, it really was
about the sexiest film I'd ever seen, though it couldn't approach what I
thought of as my `memories'. I had to come to the conclusion that
Boniface's program had worked, to some degree or other. How could I write
about man-boy love if it was only of intellectual interest, and not a
subject that I `felt', emotionally, deep inside me?

Boniface had won. The only consolation, was that I would be free to `rejoin
society', no matter how emotionally vacant I might now be.

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